Page 6 of Ruthless Sinner

I don’t have the heart to tell him tonight is all there is. Poor guy. He’s envisioning a future, and I’m anticipating a quick fuck before I go back home to my eternal imprisonment.

Believe me, I’d rather stay here and see what this man is capable of, but that isn’t an option. Tommaso Martinelli would never stand by and let another man play with his toys.

Chapter 6

Dante

“L

et me make you a drink,” I offer.

Adalina lets out a heavy sigh, her steps slow and reluctant as she sidles up to the kitchen island. I observe her every move, noting the way she surveys the intricate marble pattern with a look of distaste. Her nose wrinkles adorably in response to some unseen blemish. “Water, please,” she requests.

It’s harder to hide sleeping pills in water, but I make it work. As Adalina pushes off the kitchen counter and starts rummaging through my drawers, I make a big to-do of pulling out glasses and grabbing ice. “You know, if you tell me what you’re looking for, I could probably point you in the right direction.”

Adalina walks up to the freezer and makes eye contact with me as she pulls it open. “I want to make sure there isn’t a human head in here or something. I don’t know you well enough to say you aren’t Ted Bundy.”

I stir the sleeping pill’s powder into her water with a Cheshire Cat grin. She doesn’t even notice because she’s busy peering into the freezer. “I’m pretty sure Ted Bundy is dead, but knock yourself out, gorgeous.”

Just as I pull the spoon out and discard it in the sink, Adalina slams the freezer door shut and grabs her glass of water. “Where’s the bedroom? I’m on a timetable. I think I mentioned it before,” she says as if I’m too slow to keep up with her. “Gotta be somewhere at 3 am.”

With a roll of my eyes, I down the glass of unlaced water. “I hope you’re nicer to the guy on the second shift.”

She follows behind me as I lead her out of the kitchen, taking big gulps from the glass I gave her. “Don’t worry; I am. He’s a nice guy. Crooked smile, but he does this thing with his tongue that?—”

A sudden surge of uncontrollable jealousy grips my chest, twisting and writhing until it explodes into an all-consuming rage. Without hesitation, I whirl around and slam her against the wall, fingers gripping her throat in a suffocating hold. My body presses against hers, blocking any chance of escape as I seethe with possessiveness and fury. The glass slips from her hand, shattering into a thousand glittering shards on the floor. I put enough sleeping pills in it to knock out a 6’5, 250 lb man. Fingers crossed, she drank enough.

“Jealous?” Adalina’s lips curve into a sly smirk, her eyes glinting with amusement. She lifts a perfectly arched eyebrow, her expression confident and knowing.

Not a single person I spoke to or any report I read about Adalina Martinelli said she was a manipulative snake. “You sure you know what you’re doing, little girl?” I can only be pushed so far before I start pushing back.

Adalina’s lip twists with deeper amusement. “Depends. Is it working?”

I can’t wait any longer. I use my free hand to unbuckle my belt and fuss briefly with my slacks. Adalina knows what’s about to happen and pulls up the hem of her dress. We don’t even bother with her panties. I slide them to the side as I position myself at her entrance. I’m there for only a second before ripping past her boundaries and shoving my dick into her pussy. “Oh, it’s fucking working, gorgeous. Wrap your legs around me.”

She hikes her leg up, and I grab it; the other leg follows suit. I have her pressed against the wall with a hand around her throat and my cock impaling her. I don’t take the time to prime her, to work back and forth until she’s ready to take all of me. I slam into her, fingers tightening around her neck in response to my actions. My grip loosens and then tightens, over and over again, as I take my frustrations out on her body.

Her moans mix with my grunts as we move in a frantic rhythm, our bodies slamming against the wall. I thrust into her with unrelenting force. The anger and jealousy that consumed me moments before now fueling my passion. My hand tightens around her throat again, cutting off any protest or resistance from her. But Adalina seems to like it, judging by the way she lets out a low growl and thrusts her hips back against mine. I feel her walls clenching around me, signaling that she’s close to climaxing.

But I’m not ready for this to be over yet. I slide my hand down to grip her ass, lifting her up and giving me better access to all of her. With every thrust, I make sure she feels every inch of me as I claim her body as mine.

Adalina’s eyes flutter closed as I fuck her up against the wall. She wraps her arms around my neck, but it isn’t enough for her. She digs her fingernails into the skin on the back of my neck, leaving little imprints of our time together. “Harder,” she demands, the thirst in her tone sounding as fervent as a man in the desert asking for water.

This was not what I had planned. I was going to take her to bed and tongue fuck her pussy until she was so blissed out that she drifted off into a peaceful slumber, courtesy of the pleasure and pills. But now I angrily fuck her, and damned if it doesn’t feel so fucking good.

Her warm, wet pussy clenches around me. I swear she does kegels because no woman has ever held me this tight. If she doesn’t cum, I’m going to have to issue a formal apology because I’m about to paint this woman’s walls with my babies.

Shit. I never asked her if she was on birth control.

Adalina must be touch starved because she falls to pieces on my dick moments later. The only sign that she’s about to cum is the way her thighs tighten around my hips for a fleeting second before she screams my name. The house echoes with the singular word, whispering back to me her impassioned pleas.

I am not immune to the way her pussy spasms around me. I lose myself in the moment, and when my balls tighten, I know I’m going to cum no matter what. A bomb could detonate behind us, and that wouldn’t stop me. I pour into her until she’s coated in a thick layer of Terlizzi sperm. It drips out of her center and stains the floor and my shoes.

Fuck it. I’ll get new shoes.

“You good, boss?” My bodyguard, Enzo, appears in the living room. He’s clad in a pair of pajama pants that fit snugly around his waist, and he’s wiping the sleep out of his eyes. When he manages to wake up enough to realize what he walked in on, he turns his back. “Oh, fuck,” he mumbles.

“Who is that?” Adalina glares.

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